Synopsis: When Zackary Spencer was young, a fortune-teller told him that he would be lost in love. Zackary snorted disdainfully and didn't care. Then, on that drizzly day, holding the urn, he knew it was Penelope Sullivan he lost. Penelope always thought that love was simple. When people fell in love, they were happy. Then, Penelope was sent to prison by Zackary. When she was dying, Zackary was in love with another woman. Penelope finally understood that love was just an illusion. Penelope's life started over again. A wealthy president protected her all along, the best actor pursued her, and a thoughtful man sang love songs for her. Penelope's ex-husband showed up and exclaimed, "Stay away from Penelope. She is mine!"

The night before our wedding, my legs, paralyzed from the accident I'd suffered saving Jack Thompson, finally healed. I was flooded with relief and excitement. I couldn't wait to run to him and share the good news. But when I found him, I walked straight into a nightmare.

When I was four months pregnant, my husband's so-called "white moonlight," Michelle, invited me to the Maldives to go diving with her. Thirty meters underwater, she sliced my arm with a Swiss knife and shoved me straight into the jaws of a shark. Somehow, I survived, relying on my diving skills, but Michelle? She didn't make it.

The night I lost my baby in a car accident, Alexander happened to drive by with his assistant. He took one look at my blood-soaked dress, shielded her eyes, and muttered, "What bad luck. Don't look." Then he stepped on the gas and disappeared.

"When a 50% pay cut was just the beginning of the betrayal..." Ryan Gallagher thought building an empire with his fiancée Vivian Lancaster was their forever love story—until the day her crimson stilettos crushed both his salary and decade-long devotion. As Vivian showers her young protege Ethan with Porsches and promotions, Ryan discovers their startup's financial crisis hides darker secrets: embezzled funds, fabricated DUI charges, and a pregnancy test that's actually a boardroom trap. Now stripped of his CFO title and framed for corporate espionage, Ryan must outplay the masters of manipulation. With a leaked offshore account recording and a cloud backup of smoking-gun evidence, he turns Vivian's own financial ledgers into weapons. But when a courthouse bloodbath exposes lethal stakes, the ultimate revenge may cost more than just a ruined company—it could demand both their souls.

As I died from cancer, my husband was wrapped up in Zoe's gymnastics. "Just let her die already! Saves me the trouble of a freakin' divorce," he snapped before hanging up on my doctor. I woke up, surprise, as a ghost, right beside them, watching them continue the "gymnastics."